Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.